The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-01-10
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How are you getting on p? u &
think very well OF the Christian Unio
telegraph Company, and hope they vii
DO well by you. drank some aminoni
by mistake for ginger tea last week AM
like to died. Bat I'm all over It now.
d. Your aiectionate brother,
IS. don't like tho looks Of mother
She tumbled down the last time was a
home,. sort Of wabbly-not dead down
like isinting, but gave out at the knees a
you would II you had a fever or some sucl
thing. I don't think she Is very well. bu
she says she is S'reeny says she cries +
lot at night. wish one Of us were round
YOU know, don't You? When | pet l.
Pork.packing she shall come and live will
me, and 80 shall you. l won't have nj,
sister telegraphing when pack Hogs! :
Lefty Blayne is married to a tin.typt
man; She sent lot Of messages to you
and said I'd remember ZEN, but don't
What should I have to pay for one d
:hosa Cork'screw knives with everything
ia III
1t was on a clear, white morning OF the
week before Christmas, that busiest, hap.
piest week Of the year, that Lotto sat a,
her post in the South End telegraph
office, looking drea,ni!y ont on the glitter.
ing enow. 1t had crusted, and frozsn
stiH. and sleigha struggled through awk-
Wafaly. Ono upset, and she amused her
sell by watching the occupant founder
about under the robes, and get twisted in
the reirs. Children hurried by, with
their arms full Of packages, and tired,
laughing mothers followed them. The
street Was busy, Christmas was near,
People looked happy and 80 If they gave
happiness. How many merry homes
there were; p a'f TI.T
Was it the glare Of white snow that
blinded herr Her eyes Aforementioned,
Gods mercy be upon the broken ciroles.
In me GarEened hones As his blessing
rested on these Others, where dear eyes
sought and found each other yet, and
none listened for the step that did not
come, or the voice TINT had nsyer failed
in Wishing Merry Christmas" before this
Christmas time! -. -
1T hes got to be-" repeated Lotto, fall.
ing back upon her favorlte phrase. awe
must do the hes. We can. / won't be q
coward-tor my fathers sake" ~ ~
Z The idle wires clicked at this moment.
and idly called her: She turned to her
keys, and dreamily TOOK of a message.
nGone home, 1.-The wires stopped.
'hepeat the message" signalled the
operator to State street. "Thera is no 3D.
''Come home,r replied the laundering
wires and stuck there fast. m. II
Plainly the line WAS frostbitten, or had
an apople1y, one would cay. waco
"hcpeatthf message ,ri!A address in f,llr'
the operator signalled 10 headquarters
one again. 80 T'y575'
There was q pauaa, The atupid wires
seemed to stammer, and grow dumb.
Lotto looked out at the blinding snow.
A young girl about her own age was going
by With her mother, who Was old the
young girl supported her lovingly; both
laughed and chatted in merry, charm.
ing, trusting way. The wires clicked and
tried again. 'oa ~ 80 $50
To Miss Rollinstall-" sa4E'
Dfeaml'y no longer now, the strained
ear llstened and the trembling hand
oheyed the insensate electricity that had
soul enough to hesitate over tho word it
brought. =.
"1o Miss Rol;nstah, operator al 49, Sta.
lion, SOUTH End; 31Ii
-rGome holae. Mother is sick. The fat
Doctor don't know what's the matter.
EL5 SIAM" 4